Chapter 1 The handsome protagonist arrives (and then falls flat on his face)

Chapter 1 The handsome protagonist arrives (and then falls flat on his face)

【【Preview reminder: The protagonist of this book is a person with rich psychological activities, so he has a lot of inner voices, so for those who don’t like a lot of inner voices, this book may not be suitable for you. In addition, the words in brackets are the protagonist’s inner voices, not the third person and the first person. Finally, we met by chance, and meeting and missing each other is fate. I hope everyone will leave polite comments, thank you.】】

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The summer sun embraced the turquoise stone slabs with a scorching dream. The pedestrians on the road were like buns in a steamer, each emitting twisted heat, and the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of gray gauze, unclear and bright, making the dull world even duller and the gray streets even darker.

In a dilapidated residential building in Zhejiang, a man with a stubble on his face and messy hair was lazily lying on the bed in his room playing Pokémon Ultra Day.

The man's name is Chi Haimo, he is just 23 years old this year, a stay-at-home guy who has been working in customer service at home for two years after graduating from college.

Dim lights, broken walls, in this dirty and messy room, the brightest and cleanest thing is the game console in Heimer's hand.

This also forms a sharp contrast with Heimer's sloppy image.

The deformed white T-shirt, torn black shorts, and his greasy face made the 23-year-old man look almost the same as a middle-aged man.

In addition, due to inflammation on his scalp, Heimer's hair is almost falling out, and his cheeks have been severely deformed due to the influence of wisdom teeth. These factors make him look like a pig's head soaked in water, bloated and greasy.

Alas, in fact, Heimer was not like this before. He used to have sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, as gentle as jade, a real jade scholar.

But life is like buying a lottery ticket. Good or bad, it’s just a matter of a moment.

Betrayed, abandoned, bullied, in front of others, the self is like a rare treasure, it is there just now, and gone in a moment.

Bad friendship and rotten love, like rats, gnawed at Heimer's soul, forcing him into a small corner and putting an almost impossible-to-open lock on his world.

During that period of purgatory on earth, the loss of emotions and the death of character turned Heimer from a gentle and graceful scholar into a weathered old man.

The world is cold and indifferent, and people’s hearts are mean. In this world, sincere feelings are like legendary treasures that only exist in movies, TV shows, animations, and games.

A sincere person will be covered in dust, while a hypocritical person will rise to the top, and this ending seems to never change.

After completing the story of Ultimate Day for the 30th time, Heimer looked at the crack in the ceiling lifelessly. He had not slept for the whole night, and sorrow and sadness instantly filled his heart.

(If I could, I really hope to die suddenly in my room the next day and end my meaningless life.)

The bitterness in his heart erupted like a volcano, all at once because of this idea, filling Heimer's world.

After dinner, Heimer picked up the guitar and hummed his favorite songs in the past to express his sadness. He used to love singing, and of course he still loves singing now, because his voice was the only thing he had not lost in the hell before.

For Heimer, the world of Pokémon is more like a spiritual refuge than a game.

There, there are loyal partners and upright enemies. There are no false righteous people, no outspoken frogs in the well, and no hypocritical performers.

It seemed that Heimer was particularly sad today, so he sang for several hours at a time. Fortunately, since Heimer was the only one living in this building, no one would complain no matter how long he sang.

But then again, with a moldy ceiling, a roof that often leaks, and cracks all over the house, there's probably no one else who would be willing to live here except Heimer.

While Heimer was still playing the guitar and singing, it suddenly started to rain heavily outside. The raindrops were like sharp swords, hitting the walls of the residential building densely.

Finally, under the continuous attack of heavy rain, the ceiling of Heimer's room collapsed.

It was not until then that Heimer realized that the reason no one rented this house was not because it was an old building, but because it was a dangerous building. . . . .

Heimer was pinned down by countless rocks, blood oozing out from the wound on his leg. His cell phone was right next to him, but he had no desire to call for help.

(It hurts so much, I’m so sleepy, am I finally going to die...)

Looking at the Ultimate Day of the game console interface lying beside him, he slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the arrival of death.

(It would be nice if I could enter the world of Pokémon...)

I originally thought that life had come to an end, but miracles are like a naughty little devil that always appears to give you a hand at the very last moment.

After falling into a coma, Heimer had a very long dream. In the dream, there was a vast ocean, roses all over the mountains, and Pokémon. The waves beat away all the fatigue, the roses added fragrance to the soul, and the Pokémon accompanied him until the end of his life.

When he woke up from the dream, the scenery around Heimer had changed drastically.

The breeze brushed his cheeks, and the orange sunset glowed the emerald green of the grass. At this moment, he felt like he was in an oil painting.

(Is this heaven?)

Just as Heimer was about to get up to check the surrounding situation, he fell flat on his face.

However, because of this fall, he realized that he had just been lying on a large rock, and he found that his body was covered with wounds caused by the collapse of the house.

(Ah, I'm already dead, and you still want me to go on this journey so tired? God is really unkind. Forget it. I don't want to move. I'd better wait for the angel to pick me up.)

So Heimer sat down against the stone, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Assistant: "Dr. Odamaki, there's someone here, come quickly."

(Oda-maki? Did they arrange a script-killing game for me when I go to heaven? Is this to make me feel at ease on my journey?)

With doubts, Heimer slowly opened his eyes. He propped up his body with his hands, wanting to see what this so-called Dr. Odamaki looked like.

What came into Heimer's sight at this moment was a bearded man in a white coat, with clear eyes, neat but slightly long hair, and holding a slightly damaged briefcase. This image was exactly the same as Dr. Odamaki in the animation.

(God’s casting is pretty good.)

Dr. Odamaki: "Don't move young man, you are seriously injured. I will take you to a nearby hospital first."

At this moment, Heimer had no strength to respond to him. After trying hard to support his body, Heimer suddenly lost his strength, fell on the stone behind him with a bang, closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

When Heimer woke up again, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar bed.

Because his whole body was wrapped in bandages, Heimer could only turn his head slightly to observe everything around him.

(The touch of this bed sheet is so real. Was everything before this a dream? Was I found and rescued?)

Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching Heimer, so Heimer moved slightly to see who was coming towards him.

In his peripheral vision, Heimer saw again the so-called "Dr. Odamaki in his dream", with a full beard and clear eyes. This time, Heimer also discovered that he had wounds of varying sizes on his body, which seemed to be scratches from some animal.

Dr. Odamaki: "How are you, young man? Are you feeling better?"

Heimer did not answer, but looked at Dr. Odamaki with confusion and a little vigilance.

Dr. Odamaki: "Oh, by the way, I found you lying on a big rock in the wild with wounds all over your body when I was out doing research a few days ago. Since Miss Junsha couldn't find any information about you, my assistant and I took you to the hospital for treatment, and then we took you back to the institute to recover."

Chi Haimo: "Well, excuse me, what research are you doing?"

Dr. Odamaki: "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Odamaki. I am a Pokémon doctor. I am currently doing research on the growth environment of water jump fish."

(Eh? Could it be that I have traveled through time? No way, but the person in front of me and everything that is happening around me, it seems that I must have traveled through time. Uh, I didn’t expect that the wish I made before to travel through time would actually come true.)

Dr. Odamaki: "By the way, young man, what is your name?"

Chi Haimo: "My name is Chi Haimo."

Dr. Odamaki: "Would you like me to help you contact your family?"

(If I were to say directly that I was a time traveler, I would definitely be considered a lunatic.)

Chi Haimo: "Sorry, I can't remember anything."

Dr. Odamaki: "What? You can't remember anything?"

Chi Haimo: "Well, I can't remember anything except your name. By the way, I will find a way to work and pay you back for the medical expenses."

Dr. Odamaki waved his hand hastily and said.

Dr. Odamaki: "It's okay, young man. You don't have to pay this money back. People should help each other, right? Alas, I went to see Miss Junsha before, but she didn't find any information about you, so we originally planned to ask you about your affairs after you woke up. Well, anyway, you can take care of your body here first, and your memory will recover eventually."

After hearing Dr. Odamaki's smiling reply, Heimer's eyes suddenly became moist for some reason. It might be because he had been away from the crowd for too long, and Heimer had forgotten that being treated with kindness was such a happy thing.

Chi Haimo: "Thank you, Doctor."

Dr. Odamaki: "It's okay, take good care of your injuries. I'll leave now and won't disturb your rest."

After many days at the institute, Heimer's body had recovered enough to get out of bed and move around in a wheelchair.

So, although Dr. Odawara refused again and again, because Heimer insisted again and again, Dr. Odawara still asked him to help with some document sorting work as a reward for letting him stay in the institute to recuperate during this period of time.

Because Heimer's documents were very well organized, Heimer was responsible for organizing many of the subsequent Pokémon observation data and images.

During the time he spent with Dr. Odawara, Heimer discovered that although Dr. Odawara loved Pokémon and had a high level of knowledge, he often forgot things and was a bit careless.

After discovering this, in addition to helping organize the observation data of those Pokémon at the research institute, Heimer also took on the task of delivering some items that Dr. Odamaki had forgotten to bring.

After a long time, Heimer was finally able to move around without a wheelchair. When he could stand on his feet, he realized how much he missed the time when he could walk on his feet.

In addition, since his body has almost recovered, Heimer will also help the staff of the research institute to prepare Pokémon for newcomers.

Unlike in games and animations, in this world, one has to be eighteen years old to be eligible to choose Pokémon.

Looking at the new trainers who are struggling over who to choose, Heimer always thinks of himself who was also very conflicted about choosing the Big Three when playing games.

(Well, the Fire Chicken is fluffy, the Wood Gecko has sharp eyes, and the Water Leap Fish has a cool skin. Ah, it's really a difficult question to choose one.)

Looking at Dr. Odamaki handing over the rookie's illustrated guide and Poké Ball, Heimer realized something at this moment.

(By the way, if there is Professor Odamaki, then Satoshi, Haruka, and Team Rocket also exist.)

Thinking of this, Heimer sighed unconsciously.

(What am I doing? I have visions of the future? Even if they really exist, what does that have to do with me...)

After sending the new trainer away, Heimer stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself, who looked like a ruin.

(Although I am in the world of Pokémon now, I am still a terrible person. Do I really deserve such a beautiful future?)

Thinking of this, the previous spark of desire to move forward was extinguished. . . . .

(Forget about being a Pokémon trainer. It seems like a good idea to spend the rest of my life helping a PhD student with his research at a research institute.)

After fully recovering, Heimer asked Dr. Oda to let him stay in the institute to do document sorting. Because he was good at document sorting, Dr. Oda agreed without hesitation.

The time at the research institute was very ordinary, just like in the original world, but also a little different. Dr. Odamaki would often come back covered in dirt or scars, but he was always happy to wave the observation data he had collected.

It seems that Heimer's world has changed. He used to like being alone, but now he feels that it is great to have the company of Dr. Odamaki and others.